You see, I have not known her long, but she has very few friends and I think that she would miss me.

Perhaps," he added, after a second's pause, "I care for her too much." "It is not for you," she answered scornfully, "to care too much.
An Englishman, he cares never enough.

A woman to him is something amusing,--his companion for a little of his spare time, something to be pleased about, to show off to his friends,--to share, even, the passion of the moment.

But an Englishman he does not care too much.

He never cares enough.